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sadandhopeless1
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- Apr 4, 2022
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I've spent my whole life repressing how I feel. As a kid people always resented me for being needy and I learned quick that the less support I asked for the less people would find me annoying. That didn't really set me up to be a very emotionally healthy person though. I'm a full grown adult and I feel completely incapable of sharing my emotions without feeling ashamed of how idiotic they must think I am. I mustered up the courage to go see a doctor to get on meds. Its obvious he doesn't take me seriously. We talk more about how I'm going to go have a bunch of unsafe promiscuous sex in the future because I'm gay than we talk about my mental health (I haven't had sex in 7 years, idk why he's so convinced that will happen) . He reminds me multiple times every appointment that everyone has anxiety. He laughed at me when I brought up that I excessively sweat which particularly hurt because that has caused me so much humiliation since I was a teenager. Its like he refuses to take me seriously and its so upsetting.
I've also been seeing a therapist. He's a nice guy but I run into the same problem. I started going to him because someone suggested to me that I might be autistic and he works with autistic people. After a few weeks I asked him if he thought I was autistic and he said he thought it was very likely. I regret it, but I used that to find a little bit of personal forgiveness, at least my struggles had a reason and its not just that I'm pathetic. A few days ago he casually comments about how we talked about me not being on the spectrum, which is the opposite of what he really said. It kind of hurt. I feel like I'm back to square one with my self esteem. I really am just a weak person. I figured now that I don't care that much about what he thinks of me, why not just say the crazy things on my mind. I'm worried I have a personality disorder or something similar. I lie, I steal, I hurt myself, I constantly feel ashamed, I spend all my time high because I can't cope without, getting skinnier and skinnier is the only thing that makes me happy anymore, etc. I'm not saying I 100% have a personality disorder, but I also don't think it is this wildly impossible thing. He wouldn't engage me on that topic and just changed the subject, only commenting that he thinks my struggles are real. I wasn't asking for a diagnosis, but like couldn't he have at least indulged me a little bit and hear me out? Now I feel like he thinks I'm a complete fucking idiot for even thinking about that. I feel like he must think I'm so naïve and weak that I think my tiny little problems could even compare to that. It makes me feel deeply embarrassed looking back, and I wish I hadn't brought it up.
All I want in life is for someone to take me seriously. I want to explain my struggles and have someone be like damn, I'm sorry, that really sucks. I want to see a psychologist or whoever the hell you see when your mind is screwy. I hoped my therapist would refer me after bringing that up but now I don't think he will. My doctor takes me even less seriously, I truly feel like he'd laugh in my face if I asked. I don't know what to do, I feel so hopeless. I want to get better but I just get belittled every time I open up. I truly can't tell if I'm being pathetic and I deserve to be made fun of or if people are being unfair.
I've also been seeing a therapist. He's a nice guy but I run into the same problem. I started going to him because someone suggested to me that I might be autistic and he works with autistic people. After a few weeks I asked him if he thought I was autistic and he said he thought it was very likely. I regret it, but I used that to find a little bit of personal forgiveness, at least my struggles had a reason and its not just that I'm pathetic. A few days ago he casually comments about how we talked about me not being on the spectrum, which is the opposite of what he really said. It kind of hurt. I feel like I'm back to square one with my self esteem. I really am just a weak person. I figured now that I don't care that much about what he thinks of me, why not just say the crazy things on my mind. I'm worried I have a personality disorder or something similar. I lie, I steal, I hurt myself, I constantly feel ashamed, I spend all my time high because I can't cope without, getting skinnier and skinnier is the only thing that makes me happy anymore, etc. I'm not saying I 100% have a personality disorder, but I also don't think it is this wildly impossible thing. He wouldn't engage me on that topic and just changed the subject, only commenting that he thinks my struggles are real. I wasn't asking for a diagnosis, but like couldn't he have at least indulged me a little bit and hear me out? Now I feel like he thinks I'm a complete fucking idiot for even thinking about that. I feel like he must think I'm so naïve and weak that I think my tiny little problems could even compare to that. It makes me feel deeply embarrassed looking back, and I wish I hadn't brought it up.
All I want in life is for someone to take me seriously. I want to explain my struggles and have someone be like damn, I'm sorry, that really sucks. I want to see a psychologist or whoever the hell you see when your mind is screwy. I hoped my therapist would refer me after bringing that up but now I don't think he will. My doctor takes me even less seriously, I truly feel like he'd laugh in my face if I asked. I don't know what to do, I feel so hopeless. I want to get better but I just get belittled every time I open up. I truly can't tell if I'm being pathetic and I deserve to be made fun of or if people are being unfair.